#due to RL being Hard Work

[hannieehaee]

Hello! What abt svt & their reaction/rls to foreign staff members? As in maybe translators that are with them on tour?

you being a foreign staff member

content: these are mostly implied to be platonic, fluff, foreign reader (non-korean), most of these reactions assume you speak english and korean as an additional language, etc.

wc: 881

a/n: i loved this concept honestly!! id love to write a longer fic about a language barrier fic or a translator staff member :0

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seungcheol -

being leader, he sometimes would feel the brunt of taking on interviews and such in english, not always being able to understand what's being asked of him. he would turn to you before and after any interviews or social interactions that involved english to clarify anything he didnt understand. would have a lot of respect and admiration for you, thinking you to be super smart for being able to translate so effortlessly.

jeonghan -

would sometimes strike conversation in japanese just to throw you off. he'd even ask joshua to teach him some phrases in english to throw you off even further by suddenly switching languages. would do the same with jun and throw some chinese at you too. however, he would still converse with you in korean often to get you to accompany him and a few of the members during outings in order to translate.

joshua -

he'd be happy to have another person to speak english to, always seeking you out whenever he got tired of not being able to speak his native language. since the two of you both had korean as an additional language you'd learned, the two of you would relate a lot and mutually gravitate towards each other.

jun -

he has a tendency of going live on weverse and going back and forth between korean and chinese, even teaching carats a few phrases in both languages. this makes me think that he might seek the same from you. he would ask you to translate phrases into whichever language you knew and would even teach you stuff in chinese back.

soonyoung -

he's always trying to learn new words from his the comments on his weverse lives, so i think he would come to you with that same curiosity. he would be fascinated by how easily you went back from one language to another and ask you to teach him how you do it. would be super cute about it too, following you around whenever you were assigned to go on tour or to events with them and rambling questions at you.

wonwoo -

he mentioned in a fansign recently that he wants to learn a lot of languages, so i think he would be somewhat fascinated by you and how well you spoke korean despite it not being your first tongue. would maybe even seek you out directly to strike conversation about linguistics.

jihoon -

he's expressed before that he thinks his english is bad, so he might be a bit shy to speak it. he might look to you for help whenever he happened to go out or find himself in social situations overseas, sticking by you in order to avoid awkward social situations. he would be forever thankful to you for always helping him out and would come directly to you any time he needed help or wanted to learn something new in that language.

seokmin -

he's so outgoing he would probably not even need you to direct yourself at him in korean to become friends with you. since you'd be around a lot, he would do his best to make you feel comfortable while also getting your help in learning a bit more english to communicate with carats. to him it'd be a two birds one stone type of situation; he gets a new friend and gets to find new ways to talk to his fans.

mingyu -

super interested in interacting with you. he loves to learn and is always hoping to strike conversation with new people he meets, so he would have tons of questions for you as to what words to say and how to say them. being the friendly guy that he is, you two would likely become fast friends due to how often he came to you with questions.

minghao -

he's said before he wants to learn english and how hard he's been working towards it, so he would come to you with any questions and even asking you to tag along if he were ever to want to go out during tour. he'd become friends with you very easily and exchange his knowledge in chinese for your knowledge in english.

seungkwan -

he'd be immediately curious about you, seeing as you didn't seem to be a regular staff member. upon finding out you were a translator he'd try to communicate with you in broken english, completely forgetting that you'd obviously know korean. after that, he would consistently ask for your help in learning important phrases in english and praising you for your expertise at speaking multiple languages.

vernon -

as someone who had to learn korean as a second language very young (and then retain his english language after moving to korea), he would probably relate to you a lot and befriend you very easily. he would seek you out to dust off his english and the two of you would likely hit it off right away.

chan -

being the future of kpop, of course he needs to know a bit more english, or at least that's what he tells you any time he comes to you with yet another inquiry as to what some random post he saw online means. he knows he can just use an online translator (or ask an english-speaking member), but he would trust your judgment more.

[likeorpheus]

so i don't typically post stuff like this, especially because I really try to avoid negativity on this blog & have worked really hard to be distant from people due to a rough past here (past abusers & groomers). I also just came back from vacation with my family & was finally feeling refreshed so of course this would happen. & that isn't to say I haven't made good friendships here again or that I haven't somewhat come out of my shell (thanks to several people that I may list in a separate post for positivity reasons). But, the tumblr RPC is not my life nor my job. anon & response below the cut:

I can't insist enough that I have spotty activity or that I'm semi-selective & mostly when it comes to interactions. I can't insist enough that I am a college student & being in my student teaching program & working full-time hours & having side gigs to boot, is draining & debilitating. writing for me has always been a passion & a privilege. I've been writing 1x1 with my RL partner on discord for 3+ years now & recently we both decided to come back here because we missed the community. We missed nerding over our content with our mutuals/friends. We missed the connections, the memes, the art, & the creativity that comes with a community of like-minded people. I guess I forgot that people can be hateful. & the only reason I screen-capped the anon is because of my intention to block & to open up a dialogue about the anonymous messages intentions towards me. I will not write with someone who feels entitled to me. I will not interact with someone who also thinks that I'm "selfish" for taking time for myself, considering that I do my best to message people privately to apologize & let them know that I still have their reply, it's just that I'm dealing with a lot. I have fellow writers that I've written starters for & they never got responded to? But I don't go looking for them to make them feel bad about themselves. I understand they have lives, obligations, & things to deal with. half of the people I follow are the same people I knew from 10 or so years ago & the landscape of activity is very different & I'm not going to pretend that I am entitled to their time, their writing, their replies, their whatever.

I never thought I'd receive a message like this. & yes it hit where it hurts. considering that I feel a lot of embarrassment & a lot of anxiety for being low activity (despite stating as much in my rules & my pinned). But this goes for everyone that feels the same way towards me: tumblr rpc is not my life nor my job & you are not entitled to me.

[muffinsin]

Hey, how about their female s/o gave birth a few weeks ago and is breastfeeding the baby. This turns on the Dimi sisters (GP) but they don't want to admit it so their s/o does something about it.

This reminds me of an ask/thought/drabble I’ve had once! Let’s get into it! :)

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Bela

She smiles coyly as she watches you nurse. It really, really shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did, but she just can’t help but push her legs together and cover her crotch with her hands.

She can feel the visible bulge under her hands, pushing up her dress.

Bela bites her lip as she watches, enthralled and teased all the same. She doesn’t think she could ever voice her thoughts on this, though.

She so desperately wishes it was her that had your nipple in her mouth. To taste…she shivers. The thought alone embarrasses and arouses her at the same time.

Unbeknownst to her, she is not as subtle as she might believe. Her squirming thighs, her flushed pink face, her hands squeezing occasionally as they cover her crotch.

A small gasp falling from her lips when you hiss and moan at the feeling of your aching breasts being emptied.

Despite her efforts to stay good little Bela Dimitrescu, behaved and proper, she wants nothing but to push you down and rail you, her tongue circling your breast

And despite her struggles, you won’t allow her to keep up her tidy facade of a good and behaved woman.

Bela hums contently when you pull her against you, her cock deep inside of you, thrusting as she leans above you.

She’s groaning and gasping with each move, feeling her own cum shot inside of you already. Still, she is never satisfied with only one round.

“Come here…”, you coo, cupping her warm cheek and pulling her forwards some more. Bela raises an eyebrow, but follows, her hips jerking forwards so she keeps pushing deep.

Her relatively cool demeanour is entirely lost, though, when you capture your nipple between your fingers. It’s leaking already, and has her breath hitch.

You feel her cock twitching within you, golden eyes wide as she stares. She wets her lips a few times, as though they were completely dry.

With a small grin on your face, you decide to torment you girlfriend further.

“Go on, suck on Mommy’s breasts, Bela”, you whisper lowly, your hand tangling in her hair and at last pushing her against your chest.

She shrieks and moans in surprise, her lips obediently wrapping around your nipple. Bela’s shivering and moaning, thrusting wildly and sloppily due to her distraction. Her hands knead your skin, groping here and there as she sucks.

She feels the odd taste in her mouth when she sucks hard enough, and it has her moan and whimper around your nipple. Her face is entirely red and warm, her cock by far too sensitive.

Without even realizing it, she’s fucking hit harder than she has ever done in the past.

The feeling of her working on your aching breast is intense, to both of you. She’s nothing but a moaning and groaning mess for you, her weakness, the naughty kink, exploited by you.

She feels weak in her knees as you praise her.

“That’s it, y-yes, keep sucking for Mommy!”, you shriek. Your cunt feels as if on fire due to the rough and fast nature of her thrusts.

She’s entirely too needy, sucking and nibbling lightly, self produced milk snd drool running down her chin. She only feels hotter when you pick it with your finger and have her suck it from it again.

Not a single drop goes to waste, really.

Bela’s cock jerks and throbs, her balls twitching slightly. She’s so close, as are you. You know the rough treatment will make walking difficult afterwards.

“Go-Aah! Good gi-rl!”, you groan. She’s moaning around you, then switches to the other nipple. You groan at the bite marks she’s left on your sore and sensitive breast.

Loud moans fill the air when you cum, but Bela is by far too lost in her pleasure to care. Usually she grants you a small break after an orgasm, a moment to calm down.

Not this time.

She thrusts fast and hard, balls slapping against you as she rubs against your inner walls.

She sucks and moans eagerly, moaning slurred and muffled phrases you can’t understand.

The desperate thing won’t take long to cum too; you know. You’re beautifully warm and wet around her, practically pulling her cum from her.

She licks and sucks roughly, your hand tightening its grasp on her hair.

Not long after, she cums too, panting from one of the biggest orgasms she’s had in a long time.

Cassandra

Cassandra loves you. And her little one. She’s- which comes mostly as a surprise to herself- a good mom, if not more than just a tad bit too overprotective.

She also, however, is entirely too desperate for you. Since you’ve given birth, she hasn’t made a move on you. She’s worried it will hurt you, having just pushed out a baby not too long ago.

This also means, her high sex drive goes mostly unanswered. Her hand is not nearly as satisfying as you.

As weeks pass, she only becomes more starved for your touch. She wants to fuck you so bad, and it yet cautious and worried about asking at the wrong time.

And so, Cassandra is only what can be described as a hot and needy mess. Humping her hand and jerking herself off at any opportunity, moaning and gasping when she plays with herself.

And the worst? Recently you’ve made her discover a whole new kink.

She adores watching you nurse your shared child. She does. It’s sweet, and a powerful connection is built.

On the other hand, all she can think of it taking your larger, leaking breasts into her mouth. She wants nothing more than that, and with her cock overly needy for you, she’s even more desperate than she has ever been before in her life.

Of course, you take notice. As well as that she apparently will not act on it just yet.

At last, Cassandra feels you around her again. You initiated contact first by cupping her through her clothing, and in no time did she strip you and fuck you.

Many rounds after, with her cum drooling from you again already and sticking to your body, you strike.

The poor thing is still needy as you straddle her thighs and ride her.

Additionally, your breasts- larger than before your pregnancy- seem to taunt her. Cassandra has them push up against her face, and even does as much as whimper when it brushes past her lips.

She wants it so bad, yet it’s such an embarrassing kink for her, to moan and suck your aching breasts

You don’t leave her a choice in this regard, however.

With your cunt wrapped around her cock as you ride her and your hand gripping her shoulder, the other tangled in her hair, you arch your back a little and push your heavy breasts against her face some more.

“Suck them, please…!”, you moan. You too want the release you receive from her wet lips around you.

It’s all she needs, it seems.

Cassandra immediately gropes and sucks, drawing milk from you and uncaring about how it drips against her chest and arm. She wants you, so bad.

Moans are slurred against your nipples as she sucks eagerly, her eyes closed and her hands groping every bit of your hip and other breast.

She smirks breathily when milk drools from you and you moan, riding faster.

Cassandra all too eagerly thrusts up into you too, her teeth grazing your skin.

She sucks and moans at the taste in her mouth, your large chest nearly suffocating her. Not that she minds.

She shivers, her cock twitching and moving slightly. You’re perfect for her, and she’s so close to filling you yet again.

“Mghmm”, you gasp when she wraps her lips around your other nipple, sucking yet again. She’s rough and eager, impatient and insatiable.

Cassandra’s own nipples brush up against you, and for a moment you think of what the reversed situation would be like.

Having her with larger, heavy and most of all; full breasts. Full of milk that she yearns to have you drain. To suck her nipples sore and relieve her ache, to grope and chuckle when milk drools out of her beyond her control.

You cup her cheek lovingly, moaning and throwing your head back. She begins thrusting upwards when you can no longer ride her, her hand gripping your hip, the other squeezing the breast that hasn’t got her mouth on it.

She eagerly licks up everything, and moans as she sucks and relieves your ache.

She too, is painfully close. The scenario is beyond erotic to her, and as her arm wraps around you and she flips you, lips still around your nipples when she hovers over you, you know to prepare yourself for hard thrusts.

And hard and powerful they are, so much that the bed rocks and your cunt aches from her large cock. She makes you take it all while having your sensitive breasts stimulated.

When you cum, she follows, though is by far not done with you.

Daniela

Daniela loves you so much. In turn, she’s also so needy for you, nearly constantly. And nearly all you do turns the vixen on.

When you nurse, this is no different. Daniela squirms as she watches, her eyes set on your breasts, larger, and full of milk.

She wants a taste so bad.

She squirms and whimpers for you each time she spots you nursing or, especially when pumping milk for a bottle.

So much so, that you originally mistook her arousal for the pump itself. Still, when you offered it for her, to have it on her chest, she refused. No, it’s not that thing she wants.

It’s you.

She’s not at all subtle about her arousal. She can’t help it at all either. Still, she has difficulty admitting it.

She’s too stubborn, insisting she’s a good girl and doesn’t get off to you using the pump or the thought of her lips sucking your breasts.

You intend to show her just how a good girl truly behaves.

How well and eagerly a good girl sucks your breasts for you.

Daniela is panting and moaning as she watches you, her legs limp and her arms hanging over the side of the chair she is in.

Your breasts, large and round, pushed against her cock. Rubbing it, jerking her off. She whimpers so beautifully for you as she feels herself be brought to orgasm fast.

She’s so close in so little time, even more so as she watches milk droplets drool from your nipples sometimes. It has her blush crazily and grip the chair tightly.

“You like that, Dani?”, you coo, and she moans and nods fast. Her cock is perfectly sandwiched between your large chest.

“Y-YAH! Ye-es!”, she answers fast.

You can’t help but notice her chest- her equally large breasts, even without pregnancy, she’s always had a large chest.

Her sensitive nipples tortured with clamps- you figured you’d give your needy redhead a feel of what sore nipples are like.

And it’s absolutely driving her crazy.

She cums on you fast, and a lot, panting and moaning. Daniela gasps, however, when you pull her hair into a makeshift ponytail and use your grasp on it to tug her off the chair.

Instead, you push her up against your dirty chest, her clamped nipples brushing up against you and making her mewl.

Your lover is already drooling precum again, too enduring and sensitive for her own good.

“Clean up your mess, my love”, you coo, and she does so eagerly.

Her tongue almost trembles above your skin as she licks her cum off, whimpering and moaning when she brushes it along your nipple and you groan.

Her lips are smeared and she moans at the taste of herself on her, eagerly licking and nibbling on your chest and collarbone, all too happy to leave marks there.

“Hngg!”, she groans as you tug her hair again and push her right against your nipple.

“Good girl, now suck, my sweet”

She blushes as she wraps her lips around your nipple, eyes wide and cheeks warm and pink.

She moans and whines, sucking eagerly. Soon, she is rewarded with your taste in her mouth. Her groans only stimulate you further, the vibrations teasing against your skin.

“Y-Yes, more!”, you demand. She hums again, sucking harder, at last accepting her newfound kink and obsession.

You reward her by dropping your hand between her legs, and gasp when the moment you stroke her cock, she nearly bites down.

“Y-AAH!”, she shrieks in surprise, pulled back by her hair again, milk and her cum dripping from her lips and smeared against her chin.

“Behave and be careful, Daniela”, you scold her, and she nods eagerly.

“Yes, my love”, she assures you.

You eye her a moment longer, watching her reactions as you jerk her sensitive and soaked cock off. Her eyes close and lips drop open, her jaw goes slack as she moans and mewls.

At last, you allow her back against your chest.

Daniela licks and sucks eagerly, her hands occupied with your other nipple. She giggles when she gropes you and milk drools out, but is quick to lick it up again.

She works eagerly, her hips rising to meet your thrusts around her cock. She’s more than eager to cum.

“Mhmmmm goood!”, she moans, her tongue dragging against your nipples yet again. She seems particularly fond of this, and giggles as it makes your nipples red and sore in no time.

Then, her lips wrap around your other nipple eagerly, all too ready to suck this one as well.

She can’t go neglecting one now, can she?

Daniela moans and smiles around your chest, her own, clamped nipples aching painfully.

She wants to feel you around them too, she realises, although all in due time. She’s by far too eager to keep pleasuring you for now.

[imagionationstation]

I have an Unpopular Tottmnt opinion

(Light spoilers warning)

This is not a statement post. This is an uncertain contemplation.

Nothing is true. Nothing is fact. The tottmnt show is still new. I’m not judging. I’m thinking, and asking for outside perspectives.

As someone who has researched/suffered many years with unrelenting anxiety- I have been desperate for true Anxiety representation, similar to the worlds that Puss In Boots Last Wish and Inside Out 2 have opened up to the audience. (I still have not watched the 2nd movie since I promised someone that I’d watch it with them and that has not been able to happen yet. But I’ve seen a couple clips and Anxiety looks BRILLIANT.)

I don’t feel any connection with Leo. I tried rewatching eps. Nothing.

There’s one scene where he’s fretting over his lack of costume that’s hilarious to me because YES!!! Absolutely stop to worry about looking weird or out of place while in the middle of a chase scene from a deadly robot. You have now been given two pressing, ‘completely reasonable’ fears and both are a ‘massive’ concerns.

But the rest of it…? I’m not feeling the representation.

Does tottmnt have to represent it? Not unless they announce that MMLeo has anxiety as a canon. Then they have boxes to fill.

If anything, the fandom seems to be misrepresenting anxiety. Which scares me. I’ve seen posts deeming the natural fear responses when getting chased/attacked/stalked/targeted by a robot bent on killing him as anxiety responses.

Fear is an immediate response to real/obvious perceived threat/danger that may put your life in harm’s way/mortal peril.

Anxiety is (most simply) a fear response to a danger that does not yet exist but could be argued is possible under the right circumstances. But, usually, you don’t fear actual death due to the anxiety.

Panicking when getting trapped by large robots is a fear response.

Feeling watched in a dark alleyway is a fear response.

Hands shaking when facing a deadly robot is a fear response.

Pausing to argue and worry about not being perceived the way you want while passing through a public party is an anxiety response.

All the examples that people are excited about being an anxiety response just look like natural fear responses. It’s a confusing representation that can actually hurt people like me because it gives the illusion that anxiety is normal fear but Extra Scared.

I’ve explained one to many times in RL that That’s Not How It Works.

But, maybe I’m not seeing something? That’s always possible.

Maybe I’m looking to hard and missed the obvious.

Feel free to give me your thoughts! I’m still compiling my own opinion as the show spreads and people get their chance to watch it.

[reimeichan]

how are you doing with final fusion after a couple months?

Heyo, sorry it took me a bit to respond to this. I haven't been particularly active on Tumblr due to trying to take care of some RL things and also being suckered really hard into FFXIV but shhhh. I've been trying to figure out how to answer this ask for a while, and I think it'd be best for me if I'm just honest I think.

It's been hard. I was so excited to reach final fusion/full integration whenever it was that I hit that point, and I thought things would be smooth sailing from there. But... these past few months have showed me that even if I am capable of reaching that point now, it's still not my default state, and when push comes to shove, I still lean back on and fall back into dissociation and splitting.

I've been struggling with a lot of feelings of... I don't know. I guess I've been feeling guilty, that maybe I celebrated too early and I'm not doing as well as I thought. That I'd somehow painted a better picture of my situation for everyone around me and now I had to take back some of the things that I've said. "Maybe I'm not actually at final fusion," I've been telling myself. "Maybe I never was and I was fooling myself and the people around me."

"That's bullshit," I'd also tell myself. "Healing isn't linear, this is something we truly believe in and often have to remind others. And so I will now remind myself, healing isn't linear. We hit some rough patches. Staying fused full-time has been more difficult than we expected. This doesn't mean we lied back then, and doesn't even mean we were misinterpreting our experiences or spreading misinformation. We had fully fused. And we regularly experience splitting again. It's fine. We'd expected this to happen, after all."

"Touche," I respond back to myself.

So I guess, all this to say... it's been a process for sure. I'm still someone with DID, that hasn't changed. And I don't think that even once I've reached a point of being fully fused without regularly splitting again, that I'd call myself someone without DID. I struggle with dissociation and memory loss and being consistently inconsistent. But, I've also made a lot of progress, and I really shouldn't discredit that.

I've been feeling a lot of guilt and shame over all of this and that's likely contributed to my absence from this blog and from the DID spaces I'm a part of. But, really, there's nothing to be a ashamed of I think. I know so often people try to paint the best version of themselves online, and sometimes I catch myself doing that too. But I think I'd rather let this blog reflect my genuine thoughts and experiences, and right now that experience is I've not been able to stay fully fused regularly. And that's okay, it just means I still have work to put in to get to my goal.

But, hey, I know how it feels to be fully fused. And I do regularly sit in that state a lot. Just... I'd like to be there more as a default, and rely less on dissociation and splitting so much, yknow?

[princess-of-the-corner]

So, more serious musings on Aware Lila.

I tend to gloss over post Season 3 stuff due to not really watching it extensively or at all and not liking what I heard though I will borrow bits and pieces from time to time.

With that in mind, Lila is where she's at in season 1 to 3.

IE, she has one mother, a Madame Rossi who is an Italian Diplomat recently moved to France. She is a woman who is evidently either profoundly gullible or profoundly checked out when it comes to parenting. Given Lila was able to stay home for six months based on a lie, despite efforts by the school to reach her.

Given her line of work I am going to say its the second one, as I know some people who work in the diplomat cores and unless you are a major nepotism hire, you are fucked if you aren't at least decent at your job and being easy to lie to will fuck you over.

With that reference point of RL in mind too I have a fun observation.

Its been noted to me that children of diplomats tend to come up a bit oddly. An anecdote I was told involved a six year old clicking their fingers for a wait, doing the finger swirl and casually ordering a round of drinks for their table of other children.

The main take away is that diplomat kids tend to be expected to or by dint of circumstances, start acting like mini adults.

This works well for Lila cos she is rather like Chloe in that both come off as presenting as older than they are in terms of fashion and manner and the like. Not totally, but of all the class they feel the least "Childlike" upon a quick glance.

Moving on from that, we know Lila lies a lot and wants people to admire her and she's convincing enough that she can usually get away with it for long enough periods of time that her mothers never noticed.

She's also prone to intense reactions that dwarf even Chloe's most bitter grudge holding given she spent six months locked in her room faking being in Achu. Even when it was clear the class still bought her deceptions she didn't go back.

I will note some of this could be tied to Hawk Moth as Nathalie did note they'd apparently been keeping an eye on or perhaps handling her in that interim. Still, girl has a temper and grudges and clearly doesn't see her mother as someone to confide in.

With all this in mind, here's what I think her situation is:

Her mother is a diplomat, and a fairly high ranked one. Enough so that Lila actually can occasionally get pictures with notable figures at events, which helps sell her lies.

This means she is an intensely busy person and they never stay anywhere for more than a few years. Meaning Lila's never really had a chance to put down roots that didn't get ripped out & her mother doesn't prioritize her needs.

Madame Rossi also expected Lila to be able to be 'mature' beyond her years when meeting others, dealing with her not being home and to otherwise get along well with others and not cause her problems.

I imagine she's very much one of those, "I work hard for you. Look at all the nice things you own because I work hard. Is it so difficult for you to just not complain, just not cause trouble?"

IE, neglectful, has high-ish expectations but only in the sense that Lila not make waves and if so barely checking in on her and prone to emotional manipulation like guilting or shaming.

So yeah, Lila' definitely abused. She's very much a latch key kid, but one who was chastized for being a kid and wasn't able to form long lasting connections to support her in place of a family.

To compensate for the utter dearth of affection and lacking sense of home and identity, she sought the approval of others but only in the most superficial sense. This means her mother won't complain, and she won't get attached, while still getting a form of positive affirmation.

If thing start to get hard, she will lie, neg, shame and guilt others to keep the con going. Because that's how her mother kept her pliant for as long as she did until Lila just stopped viewing her as anything other than another person to lie to to get what she wants. It is an incredibly empty life with a flashy mask.

Like with the others I doubt she will consider herself abused, though she might be the most willing to say it but the least willing to mean it. She'll likely be dismissive or defensive, quick to cast off the idea that her actions are motivated by anything other than desire or aren't justified. & that she likes having a mother who is so disinterested Lila can 'do anything.

She likely has a bit of Chloe's "I can make X parent do what I want by playing this role or telling this lie" and feigning it makes her happy to have the situation "In control" like that. But its just another way of trying to give herself the impression of control in a life she actually has zero control over. Where everything could slip away at any moment.

Why she reacts so intensely to what went down in Volpina is harder to say:

Is it just that she's never had this happen before and wildly overreacted by pretending to move away? Or is it that it evokes a different time she was uncovered? Or is t a trauma response? Or did it come down to just her being pissed off initially and then Hawk Moth continuing to stoke the flames to keep it going?

But I think this is a pretty good personality profile.

Or at least I hope so.

Oh yeah no 100% this is about what I have her for HC/LL aka: not conning a bunch of women

I also added things in for like. Her former classmates accidentally enabled her by giving her stories more attention than her, Lila learning the lesson of 'if one person unravels the lie, they all turn on me and act horrible' which causes her to discredit anyone who catches on, and her dad dying right before moving to Paris which is why she's scrambling so desperately to cling to this little 'happiness' she's created.

[evilhasnever]

wips game!

I haven't been able to write due to rl being shite, so I'm trying to get unstuck with this :') Genuinely just trying to remember what I was working on is hard, whew.

I was tagged by @wishthefish!

Rules: pick a few wips and badly summarize them. Ask your followers to select which they'd be most likely to read. Tagging anyone who wants to and hasn't done it yet!

[the-one-who-lambs]

Which scene from your fics do you like the most? like the one you can most vividly imagine clearly? can you describe it?

I CANNOT JUST PICK ONE but since my mind is on narilamb right now, I think my favorite scene at the moment is from a future chapter in The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God. "Ordinary Happiness is Not Enough" will be an entirely new chapter rather than a rewritten one. I'll keep some specific details to myself for now, but...

Bit o' spoilers below.

Lambert fell first, Narinder fell harder. This chapter is going to take place after Lambert realizes they're in love but before Narinder does.

Though they have the resurrection ritual at their disposal, Lambert had pretty much already come to terms with the fact that their immortal life would be a relatively lonely one. They are a god to their followers, after all, and despite their past attempts to connect with their followers on a more interpersonal level, none of them could fully get past the reverence for their leader. (This is also why, though they accept marriage requests from followers, they've never requested to marry a follower themself-- how could a follower fully distinguish their love for the Lamb from worshipping them as a duty? There has always been an uncomfortable amount of overlap.) Now that they've started to bond with someone who is immortal and on much more equal terms with them than any follower could be, that's suddenly not true anymore. Lambert can't quite fathom the idea that they're getting close to someone who they might be able to keep. This should be a comfort to them, but it ends up becoming more of a source of stress-- even though the two are in the "friends" stage of enemies to friends to lovers here, Narinder still has too many internal dilemmas to confront before he even considered himself capable of love in that way.

So Lambert sees Narinder as their one attainable chance to forge a relationship of equals. They've only recently realized their own feelings. They begin to overthink every interaction they have with him, trying too hard to steer Narinder towards favoring them, and they're not landing.

Lambert eventually snaps due to the stress and lashes out at him-- not for being obtuse, not for being callous, just the tipping point of their own insecurities, culminating in an overreaction to something not too hugely consequential. It gets so heated that Lambert tells him they might as well have just killed him from the start instead of sparing him. They do immediately feel shitty, but in the heat of the moment they're too stubborn to apologize.

Readers of the first installation of RL+FG may remember that Narinder, as a way to avoid confronting his own emotions, goes off on solo crusades. This is the first time he does that. This will later become a repeated occurrence that is extremely distressing to Lambert, because if he dies and they don't find his body to resurrect him... Well, they don't want to consider that possibility. For now, though, Lambert's still fuming. They figure, fine, let him burn himself out and he'll come crawling back here anyway.

What happens on his crusade will not dissuade him from venturing off again, because he's an idiot who's allergic to his own feelings, but he encounters a threat he's not prepared to face. He goes full demogorgon sicko mode but ultimately overestimates his own ability to rise to meet it.

The scene that won't leave my head is the aftermath. Lambert finds him bloody, delirious, on the cusp of death. They're in hysterics. In his delirious state, begins to reveal way too much about himself. He makes an apology and asks forgiveness. They realize at the wrong moment that he thinks he's talking to someone else. They hold each other, bitter and broken and bleeding and yearning in parallel. Lambert tends to his wounds but they have to patch their own themself.

They work the situation out because they want to but mostly because they have to. Lambert stitches his face back together. They've always handled him gently in a way that, more often than not, infuriated him, but this time they treat him as if he'll crumble to dust. It's an uncomfortable process, moreso emotionally to be this close again. They have difficult conversations about trauma and healing, family and forgiveness, the vanishing line between sainthood and sin. They did this to each other. It stays silent, but if it's going to hurt anyway, they'll love each other through it. They already do. Neither wants to think about messing this up, but for a while, they did. It can only get better from here, please, please, please.

(It does. But they both need to have their eternity threatened when almost starts to seem attainable.)

[tirsynni]

Years ago (crazy to think about how many years, honestly), I started Sands of Time as writing practice to see if I could get into the practice of writing on a regular schedule (it failed). I had a bunny inspired by thinking too much about Ganondorf and his role in OoT and WW, decided it was as good as an excuse as any to work on writing regularly (failed so hard), and it ended up becoming a love letter to a game series which I've loved almost my entire life.

That fic kept going and going and taught me so much about writing, both in general and fanfic-specific. It ended up being far longer than planned, more detailed than planned, and even when I was distracted and tired and side-eyeing this massive WIP, it reminded me of how much I loved the Zelda games and the many details, overt and subtle, in them. Writing was more than just putting words on paper: it was translating the things I was passionate about. Even if there are some definite issues in the fic due to the many distractions occurring during its creation and how sometimes I wrote less because I was passionate to write and more because I was just stubborn about seeing the fic through, it's still a fic I'm very proud of. It is also, without a shadow of a doubt, my most popular fic. It is a fic that someone refused to rec because they wanted to hit lesser known Zelda fics, and holy shit, I preened when I read that.

I have been struggling with fic and fandom in the last year for many reasons, including some serious RL stressors. The other big reasons have to do with the evolution of fandom itself. I'm not talking about the rise and fall of the popularity of certain things. For example, while I'm not a fan of "reader" fic, I feel like it's a fantastic example of the things that can be done with the fanfiction medium and also a way to explore how tropes/genres/random things in fanfiction reflect different cultural changes in the same way horror movies do. What I hate, though, is the rise of negative feelings and negative takes in fandom, transforming it from a fun, collaborative atmosphere into an arena full of witch hunts, deliberately bad takes, and people terrified to write because they are afraid of being attacked for their content, pairing, writing styles, grammar, etc. I love fandom as a love letter to canon, an exploration of canon, an exploration of self and writing styles, among other things. Now it feels like it's no longer that.

Back in the Old Days, people put disclaimers on fics because they didn't want to be sued. Now people put disclaimers on things assuring readers that of course they don't advocate these things, these things are bad, they know it, they aren't a criminal, they aren't a pedophile, they aren't a Bad Person. Now I see people skip summaries just to tell people to stop attacking them for their pairing and to just let them write what they like.

I see people indulging in deliberate bad takes of the original content, of the original creators, of other writers in fandom, of different tropes, of game mechanics... fucking everything. Sometimes it's just a nasty circle. Sometimes it's done to elevate something else, because we all know the only way to elevate something is to put something else down. I understand vent sessions. I understand going to a friend and going "Holy shit, did you see that summary??? Wow!" It should stop life as a quick vent. It shouldn't make up the person's entire personality. It shouldn't require a full online presence. Hate should never be detailed in the comments. Call-out posts should be left to actual nazis, terfs, etc., not to someone who wrote a "gross" or "unhealthy" or whatever pairing. Seriously. If you waste so much time on that, you need to look into some self-exploration and therapy. In all sincerity.

Fanfiction is not a published work. It should be fun. It is put online to be shared with fellow fans. It is something where someone gets excited about something or has an idea about something or wants to explore something or just wants to write some kinky porn and then share it with fellow fans. That's why writers post work and then sit eagerly .02 seconds later waiting for people to comment on it because they want to share their thoughts and love and happiness and excitement and sadness and grief and their general emotions with others and they want those others to respond and share their thoughts and reactions, too!

I just saw a post tearing into Moffat's Sherlock series because it lacked sincerity for the audience and source material and instead indulged in its arrogance, contempt, and self-righteousness. My immediate thoughts turned to the Lord of the Rings movies. If Sherlock is remembered, it will be purely in the critical sense, an example as to how a popular series was forgotten and dismissed. LotR remains loved. It is a classic. It is something people repeatedly marathon despite the lengthy watch time. LotR was a love letter to its source material. It wasn't just the writers and directors: everyone involved was sincerely, fiercely passionate about it, and it shows. It drags the watchers in, prompted people who had never read the original to pick up the books, inspired so much fanfiction. It was sincere and passionate and loving and, in turn, its fans are sincere and passionate and loving.

The LotR movies explored and loved the genre, the characters, the message. Even when characters faltered, it didn't make them terrible people. It made watchers hold their breath, it made watchers cheer them on, it made watchers hope. Check out people who do bad takes of Frodo and his struggle with the Ring and watch how many people come out of the woodwork to defend Frodo. There was no tongue-in-cheek humor mocking the source material. There was no critical analysis of "Well, you see, this is how the hero was actually stupid." No. It was sincere. It was loving. It still makes people cry and cheer and happy even when they're wiping away a sad tear or two.

I've read fanfics where the writers insist on the worst takes for the characters. It isn't done out of humor or a teasing love or an exploration into the characters/writing styles/etc. The writers want to drag the characters down, put themselves on a pedestal, and do it not through sincere analysis but by doing the worst possible takes on the situation. This usually relies on going into the source material with a negative mindset and desiring negativity in return, feeding primarily on the negative takes of others rather than looking into the source material or looking for positive takes, or just having a "bad faith" mindset. They go into it with an axe to grind and want to drag everyone else down with them. It isn't one or two fics: it's a growing, poisonous movement which is one of the things driving people out of fandom. It isn't a love letter to the source material. It is hate and disgust and contempt and Moffat writing Sherlock, patting himself on the back all the while and surrounding himself with people doing the same exact thing.

I'm a strong believer in people writing whatever they want to write. You want to write this character being evil? Sure! You hate this character and want to make them OOC to bash them even more? Go for it! I've written so many things testing how far I could go or feeling angsty and wanting others to feel angsty or even feeling happy and grinning like a feral gremlin as people wrote comments talking about how the angst in the story made them bawl. Want to write vore? Want to write character death? Whatever! It is fucking fiction, and it should be something you can enjoy doing. Hell, an asexual person can write two people fucking without wanting to get fucked. A lesbian can write two men fucking. A pacifist can write a murder mystery. It is fiction. Write whatever you want, and I hope that you feel better after doing so, even if it is only in the catharsis way of having a bad day and getting it out by making characters bleed.

Already, I can fucking hear people insisting that all of this makes you a bad person. No. No. If you truly believe that, it means you don't understand writing. You don't understand art. OR it's not a misunderstanding but a deliberate Bad Take, an extension of the poison I described above, because you want to attack someone and you want any opening. See: Republicans going after Drag Queens now, probably not actually believing that Drag Queens are harmful but recognizing vulnerability and knowing they can manipulate others through hatred. If you truly believed that, you would be wondering about Stephen King and other writers, but instead, you use conservative attacks and uncritically promote purity culture and are oblivious to the day when the leopard turns around to eat your face.

It's exhausting. It's a growing trend that is poisoning the water that is fandom and is not only playing a part in driving people out, but is keeping people from ever trying their hand in the first place. It is keeping people from enjoying what should be a fun thing. It is fucking poisoning minds, because this is a damned slippery slope. Hammer/nail and all that. It is seeing one thing as "problematic" and knocking over one tile and then seeing a full domino effect because they never bothered to analyze what "problematic" meant or why they found that "problematic." It is people grabbing a torch with the hope they won't find themselves on the stake.

Let people enjoy fandom. Try having positive takes. Let fanfiction and fanart and fanworks in general be something enjoyable again. Maybe some people use it as a way to vent current political issues. Maybe some people want to explore certain sexual kinks and writing these two (or three or five or seven) characters going at it is a great way to do it. Maybe they had a funny thought and want to share it via fanfiction. Whatever. We can't go online and bash people like Moffat and then casually do the same exact thing. We can't bitch about conservative politicians attacking people and then use the same exact thought processes and methods to attack others.

Let people be sincere in their enjoyment. If you don't like it, find something you do like. Maybe take some time with some tools and explore things which make you happy instead of indulging in deliberate bad takes to tear others down and use those takes to bind yourself to others and their bad takes like barbwire. Remember why things like LotR lives on and makes people so happy and why Moffat's works are going to be used in classes in the future as to what not to do.

[ourimpavidheroine]

In reference to Chuck Tingle's post:

When I write chapters from Huan's POV, they are the most natural chapters in the world for me to write.

Sometimes the tenses change. He goes from past tense to past perfect tense and even sometimes into present tense. This is because when I write from his POV I just let that go. I'm very bad with time in RL, and the only reason I get anywhere I'm meant to be is due to lots of effort on my part, including a whole system of alarms on my phone.

What Huan sounds like in his POV is similar to what I sound like in my head.

The one time he didn’t control it was the day that some of the boys at the school were hurting him, pulling his hair and shoving him, laughing at him, kicking him when he fell to the ground. He hurt and he was scared and he was angry but he remembered what Mom and Dad said, that he couldn’t hurt anyone with his bending so he didn’t. But then Junior came, shouting, shoving at the boys, swinging wildly at them, and they started to hit him, hard, and his glasses flew off his face and hit the ground of the play yard at school and one of the lenses cracked, a starburst pattern, and he remembered what Grandma told him, that his brother was shale, and these boys were going to crack him like shale, like his glasses shattered on the ground and the next thing he knew teachers were there, and people were shouting and yelling at him and he put his hands over his ears because it was too much noise and he was screaming and the principal was shaking him and telling him that he had to let the boys go, let them go right now, HUAN LET THEM GO and so he did, and then his brother had his arms around him, telling him that it was okay, his face bare without his glasses, his eye already turning colors, and then Mom and Dad came and people were still shouting and a woman was screaming that he was an animal, a danger to society, and Junior put his hands on top of his over his ears so he wouldn’t hear any more. He stayed home for awhile after that and Mom and Dad told him he could never ever do it again, that he could never bend like that again, that he could have killed those boys, pushing them down into the earth like that, that they could have suffocated, but no one seems to care that they were hurting him and hurting Junior.

Mom tells him he has to say sorry if he wants to go back to school but he doesn’t want to go back to school. And then she yells at him and even Dad comes in not to yell because Dad never yells but he tells him that he is being a disappointment and that makes him cry because he does not want to disappoint Dad but to say sorry is a lie and he won’t lie.

It is Junior who comes to his room and sits on his bed. He has new glasses and his eye is better now. Listen, you just have to apologize for what you're sorry about. Is there something you are actually sorry about?

He thinks this over for a long time. Junior waits for him. I’m sorry that I got so upset he tells him. Junior doesn’t understand so he explains further. Grandma says that an earthbender always has to be in control and I wasn’t in control.

Junior smiles a big smile then. Okay. So what you tell them is that you are sorry you lost control. That’s true, isn’t it?

He nods and then he smiles. Yes, that is true.

There. Tell them that. Problem solved and you don’t have to lie.

He throws his arms around his brother. Maybe he is shale, but he is many times smarter than he is. Junior always figures out the hard things. That’s why he loves him.

The absolute biggest editing issue I have is fucking up my tenses. You might not notice it in my writing, but that's because outside of Huan I spend a great deal of time checking my tenses.

In fact, a LOT of the reason my work takes so long to write is due to the editing process. Sure, I go in and clean up the first draft, smooth things out, catch the occasional spelling or grammar error, etc. Sometimes I leave a marker when it comes to continuity that I don't remember off the top of my head (it happens!) so I can go back in and fix it later. But the vast majority of my editing process is going back in and making my work more neurotypical-friendly.

I don't, for example, ever get confused in the middle of a paragraph if two men are involved over who is doing what. I can use "he" for both of them and I never get confused about it. However, it was brought to my attention very early on in my life that OTHER people got confused about it. So a lot of what I do in the editing process is go in and replace actual names for the "he" so that readers can follow along, despite it seeming unnecessary to me.

Some readers have compared Huan's POV to a stream of consciousness-type of writing, but that's not what it feels like to me. To me, it feels natural. Unforced.

“You don’t think he’s shale?” He would like to know what his mother thinks. It is not that she’s always right; sometimes she isn’t. But his mother is intelligent and has seen a lot of the world and he knows she will answer him if she knows.

Mom is quiet again as she thinks. “I think your brother has gone though a lot and it’s damaged him. He’s not the same person he was fifteen years ago and he’ll never be that person again. In some ways he’s more fragile but in other ways I can see he’s stronger.” Mom sighs. “When he went missing after he got out of prison your father and I thought the worst.”

“What’s the worst?”

“Suicide.” Mom’s voice is steady but her heartbeat tells him how much it still scares her, even now. “When Ikki let us know he was up here we were surprised but so relieved.” She kisses the side of his head again and he does not mind. “I should have guessed he’d find you. He always looked after you when you both were younger. He loved you so much.”

“He did?” He was never sure. Did the Junior that was love him or did he just have to take care of him because he was the older brother?

“Oh Huan, yes. He did. He really did. Still does.”

“He told me it wasn’t my fault he left with Kuvira but I don’t know.”

“Huan.” Mom’s voice is that voice she makes when she means there is no more nonsense now. He doesn’t always know what people mean with their voices but he knows this voice, much like he knows the sound of Ikki’s voice when something delights her and the sound his brother makes which means if you disturb him any longer he is going to lose his temper. “He did not leave because of you. Or your sister or your brothers. If anything, he left because of your father and me.” Mom sighs. “Which I will chase him down tomorrow to talk about, even if I have to follow him into the heart of this mountain to do it.”

“You won’t even need your bending, just follow the sound of him yelling at everyone.” He means it as a joke and is glad when Mom laughs a little and nudges at his head with her shoulder.

“Some things never change, I guess.” Mom stretches a little then, using her foot to bury her mostly used cigarette deep into the rock where no one will find it. Well, no one but him, anyhow. “It’s late. Early. We should go to bed. If your father wakes up and I’m not there he’ll assume I’ve gone to murder Chol and worry about it.”

“Dad knows you.”

“Yes, he does, but no murder tonight. For Ikki’s sake, at least. And Tenzin’s. He’d never forgive me and your aunt would never let me live it down.”

“Are you glad that you and Aunt Lin are sisters again?” He likes his Aunt Lin. Her heart is steady and true. And she never mocks him.

Mom swallows at that. “I’m grateful every single day,” she says, quiet. The sun is starting to come up, just a little, and he can see her profile in that faint, salmon light. He lets his eyes take it in. He would like to paint it. Her. “It felt like a huge chunk of me was missing without her.”

“Families are confusing sometimes. But sometimes not.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” She smiles at him and he pushes his head into her shoulder again, pleased. He doesn’t get her to himself very often and he thinks he will remember this moment with her forever. “Good night, my sweet boy.”

“Good morning, actually.”

Now her smile gets bigger. “Of course. Good morning, my sweet boy. Try and get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. Thank you for talking to me.” He stands and she stands as well and reaches out a single finger, waiting for him to touch it in return. That is how his family could hug him when he was small, when every touch felt like a blow. He could allow the finger touch but nothing more. But he is no longer small and so he puts out his arms and wraps them around his mother and pulls her off her feet with his hug and he smiles when she hugs him in return.

“I love you, Huan,” she says into his ear, and he does not need to have her feet on the ground to know it is the truth. He knows that she does. He is too happy to say it back to her, the words will only get stuck in his mouth, but she knows that and knows that when he rubs his forehead across hers that it means he loves her in return. He puts her down and with one last smile she turns and walks up the gangplank of her airship.

He waits and watches for the sun until it first peeks over the crest of the mountains and he feels better than he did. He can sleep now.

[baconcolacan]

You answered the ask abt how S!Tord would be if S!Tom died but what about how Tom would be like if Tord died? (Also tyty for creating those amazing stories, I'm in love with your content ❤)

Oh I already had this one answered but here with a bit more detail: Warning long post:

Unlike Tord, Tom has been told by his husband from the start that there will always be a possibility that he would die first between the two of them. Tom has fought with Tord about this idea too many times to count, and Tord has asked him to make peace with it just as many times. (He never does make peace with it) So if Tord dies, Tom immediately gets full control of the RA, but will only be a shadow leader while Paul and Pat become the public leaders due to loyalty issues within the RA. Tom will be able to run the army, but he will become extremely withdrawn, almost robotic. Theres a very real danger of his alcoholism making a comeback, as he wont be as emotionally stable as he tries to present himself to be. Tom still makes time for AK, but like Tord in the other scenario, AK unfortunately starts spending more time with his uncles, but Tom still takes care of him when he can. As rough as it sounds, Tord knows that this is a possibility with his husband, hence why Paul and Patryck are assigned the public leaders in this scenario. They handle all the diplomacy, public appearances, leading the army etc etc because he knows Tom might not be unable to control himself and lash out at the world, which is dangerous in of itself as Tom IS a Hellhound. Being 3rd generation means he keeps his mental faculties when fully monstrous, but is still extremely vulnerable to falling into his more animalistic nature if he isn't emotionally stable. I actually thought about this scenario too, lmao, where maybe Tom has been repressing himself too much and is close to snapping, but of course he doesn't make it obvious. Paul and Pat decide to bring him along to one of their meetings because it's unhealthy for him to just be at base, essentially acting as RA's living AI. This was a bad idea. The world leaders they meet with are getting too bold in the face of Tord's death. They mock Paul and Patryck (passive aggressively) for being less than Red Leader had been as their commander, and even try to make a pass at Tom (who does not react). Then one of them makes the mistake of bad mouthing RL, which leads to the others joining in. Paul and Patryck try to take control of the meeting but its out of their hands and the leaders keep joking with each other about RL. Tom snaps. Paul and Patryck get everyone out, a bit scathed but still alive, but now Tom is on the loose and fully monstrous, and seemingly just working on aggressive, and violent base instincts. Paul and Pat issue a Red Alert for RA to help them corral General Thompson before he does any lasting damage. This operation takes months. 4 GRUELING months. In the end, they lose Tom though, as he disappears somewhere far into a heavily forested place.

They get reports of a wild fully monstrous Lymphacanis being sighted in different parts of the world (Usually in non-RA affiliated areas) as well as missing persons cases and brutal wildlife attacks, but they never find Tom. Years later, AK is the new Red Leader, and he's just as efficient and terrifying as his late father. At this point, he still hasn't given up looking for Tom, but it's hard and he has duties to fulfill now, as well as holding up his fathers' legacies. He has a world summit meeting with a few of the world leaders still left. It goes well enough but he gets faced with an assassination attempt. A bullet manages to nick him and he lets out a startled yell of pain. Something roars in the distance. The ground is shaking. Arthur tenses up. "...Dad?"

[aeternallis]

God, I want your optimism for KinnPorsche season 2... I wish it wasn't so hard to know that Jeff left BOC, even if I wish him the best. It hurt so much to see our Barcode cry like that..

Dearest nonnie, I have a rule in my life that I try to live by as best as I can and it's this: never talk/think in absolutes. You never know what the future may hold.

I'm still hopeful for a KinnPorsche Season 2 because the story itself is not over. If we never get one however, that's okay too, I personally like where the story ended and being a KimChay fan, I got my semi-canon happy ending. Lol All I really needed was some sort of confirmation that Chay would give Kim second chance; we got that, so I'm satisfied.

It doesn't take much to make me happy, alas~

But I also know that we were never going to get an announcement this year, considering as I've said before, there's so much emotional and financial baggage that went into making KinnPorsche, yknow? BOC needs to regroup for a bit and take on smaller projects, before they tackle KP again.

And there’s a few factors that I’m not sure people realize that needed to be considered before a season 2 could be announced:

The second part of the story has not been published yet. With Yok and Poi leaving DAEMI House (and all the baggage that came with these two, jfc), we don’t even know if they have a working script yet.

Money – this is a no brainer. KP—due to its production quality alone—was an expensive production to make. Mile and Pond will need to hunt down some good sponsors, and this takes time. It’s not that surprising that MileApo are doing all these brand events to get their names out there, both together and separately. The more their name are out there, the better chances they have of sponsors knocking on their doors.

Utilize the other actors – as much as it hurts to see Jeff and Build leave BOC, they needed to break up the pairings eventually anyway in order for the other boys to shine. The circumstances under how it happened were not the best (Build's situation being forced, basically), but it needed to happen either way. I won't be surprised if eventually, MileApo are broken up too. BOC wasn’t just made up of 6 actors, there were 16 of them originally. The other boys deserve a chance to shine too. Hell, maybe they can even pair up some of the boys; personally, it’d be interesting to see Barcode and Ta paired up for a drama, since they get along quite well in RL. I’m also very curious about the new recruits.

Future of the other actors - Build is a different story, but tbh, I’m not sure where the idea came from that Jeff is retiring from acting entirely? He’s mainly a musician who sometimes acts, not the other way around. He deserves to shine through his music, since it's obvious that it's his passion in life and he's wickedly talented. I’m sure if he’s interested enough in a project, he’d be willing to act again. KP was his breakthrough in getting his name out there, and Kim is very much a character he made his own; I can’t picture anyone else playing him, imo. We can only hope that if KP season 2 is ever a thing, he’ll be willing to take on the role again.

KP Copyright – at this point, we don’t know who holds the rights to KP. Is it possible BOC bought the rights from DAEMI House? Who knows, there’s a lot of logistics to muggle through, and this too takes time.

Again, I was never expecting KP Season 2 to be announced this year, but it doesn’t mean that there’s no hope for the BOC 2024 line up or BOC 2025 line up or whenever, yknow?

As for Jeff leaving and Barcode being heartbroken about it; don't let it get to you too much, they'll be fine. Jeff and Barcode are not KimChay, they'll talk it out (if they haven't already), and they're gonna be wonderful in Wuju Bakery, so let's support them on their current endeavors.

Finally nonnie, please disengage to the best of your ability. I follow Jeff and Barcode on twitter and ngl, I have them both muted right now. I also follow BOC, and they've been muted as well; I'm not checking the JeffBarcode, JeffSatur, or BarcodeTin hashtag either. A lot of the fans are still sad and that's valid and all, but it's not good for anyone's mental health when some people are posting BibleBuild and JeffBarcode images with Build and Jeff grayed out like they've died or something. Nor is it healthy that people keep posting the video of Barcode crying his heart out, jfc.

Honestly, it's disturbing and only creates an unhealthy feedback loop.

Take care of yourself nonnie, you'll be okay! <3

[steel--fairy]

thinking about the sootopolis sisters. so. some facts.

beverly

her first pokemon was a magikarp she plucked from sootopolis lake with her own hands. her next was a ralts (caught after magikarp had already evolved into gyarados) then a gastly on a trip to johto.

gardevoir (whos male btw) and gengar still live with her in johto, but due to numerous reasons (mainly logistical ones), gyarados currently lives with wallace in hoenn.

despite being the most aggressive sibling and having 3 incredibly strong pokemon, she has no interest in battling and can barely do it.

was the one to first be interested in contests. neither of their parents did them (in fact their dad briefly worked for a gym which is how the family knows juan) and were confused, but let the girls at it.

started at 13. it took a few years to work her way up into the big leagues, but she did and carved a name for herself with her unique style. always the most passionate for contests.

quit them for stellas sake. the media was being so awful to her sister that she rashly quit the scene in solidarity. will say that she never regrets it

didnt stay out of the scene for long. once things died down some, she acted as a mentor and was eventually pulled to head the johto contest committee.

divorced so if youre interested in milfs...

had a sweet whirlwind romance with her prev husband. got married and had kris pretty quickly.

it was actually a decent marriage. it could've lasted. unfortunately, the atlantios family just went through a fuckton of hardships over a long 4 years and it all put such a strain on their marriage that it fell apart. beverly doesn't really hold any hard feelings towards him tho her kids definitely do

stella

her first pokemon was a surskit. theres not many in sootopolis, but she came across one and befriended it. her only other pokemon is a bellossom, caught several years into her career.

her masquerain is no longer alive. bug types live much longer than rl bugs, but rather short lives in comparison to other types in the pkmn world. it died around the time of lisias birth. bellossoms still with her however.

had very poor health as a child. bad asthma plus a poor immune system. it got better as a teenager before nosediving sharply after she got pregnant with lisia

she had a lot complications during her pregnancy and lisias birth. it left her ill for years after, including needing trips to another region to see a specialist doctor. managed to eventually deal with the main problem but it left her with permanent fatigue problems and an even worse immune system than when she was a child

uses a cane to help with stability and fatigue. also has a wheelchair, though it mostly sees its use at home at night.

retired from contests because of lisia, though she'd never phrase it that way.

a man knocked her up and the ensuing media storm over her being a single mother and refusing to even hint at who the father was was too much. she quit and hid as much as possible for the next few years. (not hard considering her illness)

she misses contests a bit, more when the wound was fresh, but really enjoys being a mother and wouldn't trade lisia for anything

alma

found a little azurill in a small pond when watching a contest her sisters were performing at. an azumarill now. the only pokemon she has.

had middle child syndrome bad as a teen lmao

beverly was so strong and cool, stella was so mature and graceful, wallace was the unexpected miracle baby, and then there was alma. She's Just Alma.

followed her sisters into contests because. well. what else did she want to do? contests were....fun. she was....decent at them.

always in her sisters shadows and she hated it. everything she did was always compared to them by critics and fans.

as such, she was the first to quit coordinating. she'd never had the same passion for it as her sisters and it was honestly kind of a relief to let it go.

the only one of the sisters to also try her hand at battling. got 3 badges before deciding it wasnt for her either.

studied under their mother about history and myths of sootopolis but wasn't really interested in that either. wallace showed more aptitude for it and he was 6. story of alma's life smh

went back to school and graduated and met a nice guy and moved to petalburg to help him run his store there. very ordinary, but its what she likes. no drama, no competition.

honestly, distanced herself quite a bit from her family during those terrible 4 years where everything seemed to go wrong. she'd always been the loner of the family and no one ever tried to bring her into the fold so she left them to it.

she regrets that. especially since wallace would later do basically the same thing and it hurt being on the opposite side of the cold shoulder.

tried to keep in touch more after that whole drama. it was difficult since she lived on the opposite side of the region, and even moreso after she had wally who inherited their family's poor health. but she tried.

[babyblubutterfly]

Getting Sober;

Getting sober had to be both one of the best things I did and one of the hardest things. I know alcohol is an issue in my family and I told myself I’d never let it control me until I did. When I decided to step away and work on sobriety it was the best decision I made because here I am sober and feeling better. One thing they never tell you is how lonely it can be, once you’re sober you look back and see the damage you really did and it sinks in that you caused it and by doing this damage to your own life you also hurt others in your life. I lost some of the best people in my life both rl and rp and it hurts my heart knowing that I caused all of it. About Christmas time last year I was really bad and decided to make a change. Here I am almost a year later and it’s still rough controlling my anger and anxiety but now instead of alcohol I drink coffee or a soda, still not the best due to sugar but it’s better then a bottle of wine or a mixed drink.

Now time for something I knew would also be hard for me and that’s admitting I was in the wrong. To the amazing friends I used to have, I know no amount of I’m sorry can fix the damage I did, it can’t fix me letting alcohol and dumb people get the better of me & I do know that just saying I’m sorry won’t fix the damage I did while being destructive. I just want everyone to know I know I messed up…worse then ever and I know no one will trust me like before but I also wanna say thank you for that. Thank you for not making excuses for me and thank you for making me see the fucked shit I was on. I love you all for that because it was a real wake up call even if I burned the bridges in the process. I love you all and I miss you all so much.

[ottertooferswriting]

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I have almost 15 years of fanfiction, detailed written roleplay, and original novel writing experience. Examples of my most current writing projects can be viewed here or on my Patreon for more detail, older works are available on my AO3 (Archive of our Own) account under the same username. My oldest content would be on my fanfiction.net account which can remain buried and forgotten.

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I write in 3rd person typically Past or Present Tense. I love detail and being able to visualize the scene that I am reading\writing. I do have a beta who is my RL partner who will be helping me to edit commissions.

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I will write for any of the fandom's listed below. These may shift as hyperfixations come and go for particular franchises. I have more experience with some Canon characters than others.

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Baldurs Gate 3: Astarion, Halsin, Rolan, Zevlor, Dammon, Karlach, Mindflayers, Tav's. I love these characters a normal, healthy amount and am not absolutely feral (all lies)

Zelda (many games many versions): Ganon\Ganondorf, Zelda, Link, Sidon, Nabooru, Urbosa, Impa.

Predator Franchise: I have Yautja Oc's, Will also write for canon Yautja like Wolf or Scar

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That's about it for now, thanks for reading all the way through. New writing example now live! Baldur's Gate 3 has consumed my soul. Minor spoilers for character details this suggestive\spicy example will go UNDER the first SFW one so you can avoid it if you wish. By contacting me through any platform for a spicy commission you are stating you are at least 18 years of age.

Safe For Work\NON Sexual Yautja 500 word Writing Example! (note this is currently unbeta'd)

"How long."

Heat was already filtering through the barricaded door seams. There was no glow yet, but it would not take much time for the tell tale cherry red to signify the advancing enemies attempts to break into the cell. Fortified as it was, the very security measures that had been put in place to keep a powerful and unruly prisoner contained was now proving to be a hindrance. A brief flick of a membrane and the world changed. Shapes and color swapped out for heat. The lights above, the three bodies behind and the point of contact where the thermal cutter ripped into reinforced metal bright and vibrant.

Well, two of the bodies behind were vibrant. The third was much cooler than it ought to have been. Vents above the point of restraint for the bulky, muscular alien had a layer of ice around the edges that had yet to fully melt. It was smart, keeping a species that preferred climates as hot as they could get them at just above freezing. It slowed them down. And were it any other type of being that was forced to kneel on the floor with five inch metal straps around every joint, enough drugs to knock out a herd of burden beasts and a muzzle-Isao might have thought the cryo vents were overkill.

No one who had half a non radiated brain cell underestimated a Yautja. Those who were insane enough to try and capture one clearly had never learned from the mistakes of others who had attempted such a feat in the past. So the cryo vents were mandatory. The small point of heat on an otherwise deep blue door lock was growing. And the woman who stood as close to the bound warrior as she could get without risking activating the vents was still waiting for an answer.

“Five minutes.”

Instantaneous translation via the tech chip that Isao could see behind the woman’s ear. It was a handy piece of work. The change in vision didn’t help to hide the panicked expression that crossed an expressive face. Didn’t disguise the change in her scent, or the tensing of her body. Five minutes. Both an eternity and a blink of an eye. Nothing at all. Far too short to free the Yautja from the bindings that held him down let alone to flush his system of the drugs used to keep him docile. Far too short a time for them to try and flee into the air systems 20 feet above at the ceiling.

They wouldn’t have been willing to leave the kneeling figure anyway. In her arms, the woman's suckling was trying to reach out to the male. Keening little clicks chirrups and half formed words in a language few could speak attempting to garner the adults attention. The child did not try to get down though, sensing that the danger outside was far closer to reaching them in their temporary little bubble than anyone would like to believe.

Minor spoilers for character details

Baldur's Gate3 Writing Example: Un-Beta'd Roughly 330 words. AstarionxHalsin: AppyJuiceBox mildy spicy times. This is part of a WIP that will be going up on Patreon first then AO3 and here.

A sharp sting that faded into a dull ache. Halsin had heard that a true vampire bite could be exquisitely pleasurable. The pain of Astarion’s, though minor enough, told the druid that he was a spawn, the commonest class of his particular kind of monster. His interest in knowing just how the tadpole was accomplishing such feats only grew as he felt the first tugs against his sensitizing flesh.

“Ngh..”

Ears perking at the sound, Halsin gripped at the folds of his pants with the hand that was behind the vampire's back. That had not been faked. Another soft, barely audible sound of delight as the male fed from his wrist had the druid’s breath hitching. The enjoyment of pleasures, both simple and carnal, delighted him. Called to his instincts to provide for and pamper those he kept in his confidence.

The sight of the occupant of his lap with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks because of what he was granting sent a sharp zing of desire flitting through his limbs.

Unabashed, uncontrived contentment. No picture perfect smirks, no posing to let whoever was watching get the best angle of his body. Simple satisfaction through having a need met. Repressing a shudder as his cock began to fill, Halsin allowed a smile to tug at his lips as the faint movement caused the vampire to pull his captured limb closer, fingers tightening as if the other male would try and rip it away prematurely.

Being a big man, he had more to give than another might. Carefully counting the gulps that Astarion took, Halsin allowed his intuition to guide his actions as he slid his fingers up into the white hair at the base of the other elves' skull. Taking a firm grip without pulling just yet, the druid spoke in a low tone. Too loud of a volume he felt would break the spell, and he wanted to enjoy the sight before him a little while longer.

“Two more swallows and then you're done.”

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That's it for now, see all you lovelies later .

[moumantaimf]

Intermission, Page 4/4

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With this... I want to finally celebrate the first anniversary of this comic! While technically the first page was done on September 19th and some of the characters had been created long before, it was a sketch the one that kickstarted the whole comic idea and that one was made on September 17th, 2022.

Last year I was working but I had lost most of my love for art due to multiple reasons. I decided to start this comic because "If I don't do it now i will never do it". And it ended becoming a sort of miracle cure: Working on this brought me back all the love I had for arting. And while properly getting back into the groove was extremely hard (couple with a lot of RL reasons), this comic helped me to regain my sanity and the appreciation for everything.

I decided to pour here everything I had learned so far. Writing. Trying to make a story that didnt rely on crude jokes, edgy stories just for the sake of being edgy, and trying to keep it SFW to an extent.

Chapter 1 didn't have much writing on it beforehand (just a vague note); I was trying to just "draw, don't stop". I was also afraid of losing interest (like has happened with most of my stuff before) so I wasn't sure how far I was going to reach with this (and that's why I didn't try to make a page like this for the comic at first). But I carried on. And started properly writing the story I wanted. I look at it now and its insane for me to think that I have an actual proper story, a lot of characters and relationships that feel natural.

This story is what I think is my magnum opus and I'm putting all I know, learned and have into it. However, saying I've done this alone would be super false. I tried to put in the credits the peeps who have helped me in one way or another, and I want to sincerely thank not only them, but also you, the reader, for your interest and for reading this, and also to everyone who shares this and so. I hope to continue making a story you like.

See you during November or December when chapter 8 comes!

- Vic

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Panel 1: D is in a graveyard. He says "…And that's what's been going on. I even got a space sister, one that actually acts way less spoiled than your daughter in spite of having much more".

Panel 2: D smells a handful of flowers with their eyes closed.

Panel 3: D drops the flowers next to the gravestone of 'Emma Reh' with an epitaph in German: 'Der Tod, so bitter er auch sein mag, ist nicht das Ende, sondern nur eine weitere Stufe, von der aus wir zu einem besseren Leben übergehen'. D says "You know what, old hag? I forgive you for all the bullshit. To be honest, I'm sorry you never found happiness in your life; unlike what you taught me, I learned that life actually can be beautiful and worth living. I don't really love you, but I genuinely hope you found some peace at the end, and that you're having fun with all your boys down there. Now it's my time… to leave with my new family, or pack, as we call ourselves. And you… You sleep well or whatever. Auf Wiedersehen wir sehen uns in der holle".

Panel 4: The band is walking through a street, but both Sher and Rowi are hugging D. Rowi says "Hey D, you're still very stressed. Wanna get some Döner Kebab with us?". D replies "S…sure! Thank you guys. You're the best thing that has happened to me in my life".

Panel 5: Roi, standing on a ceiling, wearing a visor, says "We love you too, D. You can be sure of that". There's a small narration square saying "End of recap. Thank you for reading this intermission. The story will resume in Chapter 8".